The ground, soft

The fog, thick

The graves, grim

The soldiers, unforgotten

The smell of gunpowder still lingers

The eternal screams of the dead and soon to die preserved

The landscape forever scarred

The blood stained ground cries

Many a brave man lost his life

No name could describe this but War

Tensions turned a peaceful country into a battlefield

Thousands lost, hundreds wounded, few survivors

A single grave stone brings a tear

A smear of mud blocks the name

Wilting flowers from long ago

A necklace with our Savior lays forgotten

A relative lost forever

A family without a father

A community without a friend

A country with one less voice

A bird sings solemnly

The song fades like the memories

A long forgotten prayer spoken

A whisper in the wind

A breeze clears the fog

A flag waves

The flag countless have, and will die for

The flag that brought a nation together.